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Weak Hair Remedy Mayonnaise is made of oil and egg so it’s very moisturizing for hair. The high-fat content of avocados makes hair less dry and prone to breakage. Mix two tbsp mayonnaise and half mashed avocado in a bowl until creamy. Apply this homemade conditioner through your hair concentrating on the ends. For even distribution, use a wide tooth comb.Share this content

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Weak Hair Remedy 

Mayonnaise is made of oil and egg so it’s very moisturizing for hair. The high-fat content of avocados makes hair less dry and prone to breakage. Mix two tbsp mayonnaise and half mashed avocado in a bowl until creamy. Apply this homemade conditioner through your hair concentrating on the ends. For even distribution, use a wide tooth comb.

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nuestrahermana:

From Poets Responding To SB 1070:
"In  commemoration of the massacre of more than 30,000 indigenous people of  El Salvador on January 22, 1932, I proudly present my grandmother María  Luisa Pérez, from Santo Domingo de Guzmán, Sonsonate, El Salvador.  Mamita "Wicha" Naja ne mitz negui ne nunan!" - Jorge Tetl Argueta
Pictured above : Mamita “Wicha” ( María  Luisa Pérez)
Indian Song
by Jorge Tetl ArguetaMy name is JorgeBut you can call me TetlMy grandmotherMaría Luisa PérezPipil Nahua healerGave me that namePerhaps the old ladyKnew what was coming to meThat’s why she named me RockIn our language NahuatlI came to the United StatesIn 1981I was lost in the desertI was persecutedI was jailedI was humiliatedDeportedI returnedIn all four directionsAnd I am home here nowI’ve been all over the Unites StatesIncluding ArizonaWhere I had metNavajo IndiansWho look like meMexican IndiansWho look like meApache IndiansWho look like meEverywhere I goIn this country I’ve metNorth AmericansEuropeansAnd African AmericansAnd ChineseAnd people from other culturesWho don’t look at all like meI am a Native American IndianFrom El SalvadorMy name is TetlI am not like youI don’t look like youBut I am your brotherYour uncleYour fatherAnd your grandfatherI am like youWith amazing feetKneesAnd legsBellyChinLipsEyesEarsLong hairAnd brown skinI look like youBut I am not like youIn Texas I readA sign that says“Don’t fuck with Texas”And a man told me“We skin your kind around here”In Arizona a young man killedA girl as beautiful as the sunriseInjured othersIs jailedAnd the people of the United States cry and mournAnd remain stillAs the first day of snow or rainIn the midst of all this painAnger and confusionI say let’s honor our Mother EarthAnd her wonderful bellyLet’ s pour waterFor the spirits before usLet’s pour waterFor all the stolen dreamsFor the dreamersAnd for all our dreamsLet’s pour waterSo we can all healAnd keep on dreamingLong live thoseResisting to give upTheir dreamI say let us not forget our historyLet’s us never forget who we areAnd where we come fromLet us move on healing our woundsFrom angerRacismAnd selfishnessLet us be brothers and sistersI say let us pour waterAnd as warriors hearThe gentle beatOf our mother earthCalling us to make peace
Read more poems HERE

Proud to identify with this poem :)

nuestrahermana:

From Poets Responding To SB 1070:

"In commemoration of the massacre of more than 30,000 indigenous people of El Salvador on January 22, 1932, I proudly present my grandmother María Luisa Pérez, from Santo Domingo de Guzmán, Sonsonate, El Salvador. Mamita "Wicha" Naja ne mitz negui ne nunan!" - Jorge Tetl Argueta

Pictured above : Mamita “Wicha” ( María Luisa Pérez)

Indian Song

by Jorge Tetl Argueta

My name is Jorge
But you can call me Tetl
My grandmother
María Luisa Pérez
Pipil Nahua healer
Gave me that name
Perhaps the old lady
Knew what was coming to me
That’s why she named me Rock
In our language Nahuatl

I came to the United States
In 1981
I was lost in the desert
I was persecuted
I was jailed
I was humiliated
Deported
I returned
In all four directions
And I am home here now

I’ve been all over the Unites States
Including Arizona
Where I had met
Navajo Indians
Who look like me
Mexican Indians
Who look like me
Apache Indians
Who look like me

Everywhere I go
In this country I’ve met
North Americans
Europeans
And African Americans
And Chinese
And people from other cultures
Who don’t look at all like me

I am a Native American Indian
From El Salvador

My name is Tetl
I am not like you
I don’t look like you
But I am your brother
Your uncle
Your father
And your grandfather

I am like you
With amazing feet
Knees
And legs
Belly
Chin
Lips
Eyes
Ears
Long hair
And brown skin

I look like you
But I am not like you

In Texas I read
A sign that says
“Don’t fuck with Texas”
And a man told me
“We skin your kind around here”

In Arizona a young man killed
A girl as beautiful as the sunrise
Injured others
Is jailed
And the people of the United States cry and mourn
And remain still
As the first day of snow or rain

In the midst of all this pain
Anger and confusion
I say let’s honor our Mother Earth
And her wonderful belly
Let’ s pour water
For the spirits before us
Let’s pour water
For all the stolen dreams
For the dreamers
And for all our dreams
Let’s pour water
So we can all heal
And keep on dreaming
Long live those
Resisting to give up
Their dream

I say let us not forget our history
Let’s us never forget who we are
And where we come from
Let us move on healing our wounds
From anger
Racism
And selfishness
Let us be brothers and sisters
I say let us pour water
And as warriors hear
The gentle beat
Of our mother earth
Calling us to make peace

Read more poems HERE

Proud to identify with this poem :)

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What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids.

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four20fox:

What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids.

ALWAYS REBLOG